Blue and red lights flashed. Broken glass scattered across the road, sparkling in the beams of light from the police vehicles. The rain finally stopped pouring as the wrecker came to take the mangled car away.
Jack, the police captain, stood looking at the scene before him. The silver mini van looked as if a herd of bears mauled it. Scratches covered every surface of the vehicle. They left nothing but shards of glass to the windows. Dents pummeled down the passenger side. Something had also caved the roof in. The car was a crushed tuna can. His hands caressed the claw marks left on the side of the vehicle, tracing over the tears in the metal.
The passengers, a man and a woman, were found yards away and looked as if a cougar had attacked them. Poor souls, thought Jack as he made his way to the victims.He had seen his fair share of death and despair through the years on the force, but this... This was an otherworldly, violent attack. This was…. Bloodshed.
“Sir, what kind of animal would do this?” a baffled officer asked as he walked up beside Jack, eyes scouring the scene surrounding them, with his hand covering his nose and mouth.
The smell of blood was overpowering in the cool spring air. The captain sat back on his heels, surveying the massacre in front of him.
Jack just hung and shook his head. Not an animal at all. “I don’t know, son. But hopefully, these souls didn’t suffer.” I know they did, though. Our kind aren’t forgiving when we kill, he thought to himself.
A pair of first responders stepped up, one holding a backpack diaper bag. “We found this in the ditch alongside the highway, Captain. But we didn’t see a car seat or booster seat. Should we be looking for a child?”
Jack’s eyes searched the highway in a panic. Please don’t let us find a baby. Kids were a weakness to Jack; he had always wanted one of his own.
“Better to be safe than sorry. Start where you found the bag. I’ll look on the wooded side of the road.” The officers split up and started searching.
*clink *clink *clink
What was that?
*clink *clink *clink
Jack had to focus on his hearing. Being a vampire allowed his senses to go into overdrive when he wanted. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the metal clinking sound.
*clink
THERE!
He whipped his head around and saw it; Just off the side of the road on the wood line. A purple car seat with its back towards the crash.
Please. Please be alive.
Jack focused on the seat as he slowly walked up to it. He could hear a small heart beat.
Thank you, Goddess.
He let out a relieved sigh with closed eyes as he tilted his face towards the skies.
Jack hurried to the seat and kneeled beside it. He glanced around to make sure there were no more threats, his hand instinctively went to his gun in his holster when he saw movement in the trees. Before he could react further, a sneeze caught his attention.
He slowly turned the car seat around and the biggest set of hypnotic green eyes he had ever seen met his gaze. The child’s chubby hands were playing with a silver necklace of some sort. She looked up at Jack, giggled, and reached out to him. Jack’s heart melted.
He held out his index finger, and she didn't hesitate to wrap her hand around it. The warmth from that simple contact surprised him. She didn’t seem to be affected by the cool air from the rain.
This little thing had probably witnessed the most horrific thing in her life and she was all smiles when she saw him. He cautiously lifted the car seat and made his way with the precious cargo towards the ambulance. She needed to be checked out by the paramedics.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
Her mind went blank. “What the fuck are you talking about, Mal?” Se quickly pulled her hand away and stood up. She needed space away from him. The hurt was evident on his face that he didn’t want her to walk away, but she couldn’t think with him touching her.She stared straight into his eyes. “I need you to be very clear here, Mal. Your next words better not be ‘I killed your parents.’”Mal chuckled slightly, then placed her hands in his. “I did not kill your parents, Love. Rogue vampires did — that much of it is true.”She let out a deep sigh, waiting for him. “Well, that’s good.” Urging him to continue, she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow.“I should start from the beginning, but please sit back down.” He patted the spot on the bed she had vacated. His eyes pleading, “Please, Claire.”She nodded her head, wrapped the blanket over her shoulders, and calmly took her seat. Her fingers fiddled with a loose thread for a few seconds before Mal’s hands held hers, stop
Everything was the same: same black leather couch, same wooden coffee table, same… everything. Taking a few hesitant steps further into the room, her hands grazed over the bar top, feeling each nick and crack on the surface. Her fingers found the watermark left on it when she was eight from her sweet tea. Jack complained about each time he washed the top, and she giggled remembering her father’s hysterics.She continued to pace around, making her way to the kitchen and dining room. So many memories swamped her brain. So many meals, conversations, and laughs happened in this room. She put a hand on her chest, trying to stabilize herself a bit. After a few deep breaths, she let go, and a few tears fell.It felt good to be home.She wandered aimlessly around the house, touching everything she could. Family photos still lined the hallway to Jack’s office and bedroom. Poking her head into the office, Claire inhaled deeply and found it still smelled like his cigars. She smiled and stepped aw
Mal straightened where he stood. “What’s going on?”Deacon glanced at the bed where Claire clutched the bedspread to her chest, but Malachy stepped into his view, bringing his focus back to the task at hand. “Someone attacked us. Fuckers desecrated an abandoned building on the outskirts of the territory. I have my best warriors and trackers searching the area, but you need to get her out of here. Don’t tell me where, just go!”“What happened?” Claire wrapped herself in the blanket and stood to walk to Mal’s side. His arms instinctively pulled her closer. “Deacon. Tell me what happened.”Mal was proud of the commanding voice his little love projected to the alpha.Deacon didn’t hesitate as he kept his eye contact with her, which Mal respected given her current state. “Someone set fire to a building…but they left a message with the fire. ‘deCeiT’ was in flames.” Deacon lifted his phone screen to Claire’s face. Sure enough, a building was on fire with the word ‘deceit’ in flames on the ro
Mal placed his right hand on the small of her back and grabbed her right hand with his left. Goosebumps erupted over her exposed skin, making her shiver. He pulled her so close to him, she was afraid to breathe. “What are you doing?” she whispered as she tried to put some distance between them. But steel arms held her in place. Panic gripped her. He shouldn’t be dancing with her, touching her, holding her this close.But he was.She quickly looked around them to see if anyone was watching; all eyes were looking at them.“Love. Look at me.” Mal gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Let them look. I think it’s about time we stepped out of the shadows. Don’t you?”She couldn’t contain her smile. All thoughts of wondering if anyone watched them evaporated as she stared into his deep brown eyes. Eyes that looked only at her. “Your Highness, are you saying what I think you are?” Her heart hammered in her chest. He couldn’t possibly think
“Claire Taylor. My, my, it’s great to see you. How have you been?” The portly man stepped in front of Claire before she could get to Malachy. Seeing Mal in his fitted tux, the wedding atmosphere, and the fact she hadn’t been in his arms in weeks, made Claire want nothing more than to run to him; to kiss him until neither one could stand it anymore. She knew it wasn’t an option until they dealt with Sloane. But talking with guests and making sure everything was running smoothly was part of her Maid of Honor duties. Or at least that was the excuse she’d use if anyone said anything.Not wanting to be rude, she smiled cordially. “Leader Allen, it’s good to see you as well. I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” She attempted to step away, but he once again stood in her path.“It would appear that being away from Jack and the rest of Crescent Moon has really helped you prosper. Being human suits you.” He took a drink of his wine, then smiled widely at her, completely unaware of the incredulous
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house as both bride and groom recited their own vows. Thankfully, Jordyn somehow hid tissues in her dress, which she quickly handed one to Claire. Both women dabbed at their eyes, trying not to mess up their makeup. The ceremony was coming to a close after the exchange of the rings. Jack winked at Marian, making her giggle, because they knew which part was next. Claire wasn’t focusing on what Xavier was saying; she didn’t think anyone was anymore. Her favorite part of any wedding had always been the first kiss, even though most of the weddings she’s seen were in movies. It still counted, right?As if out of a movie, the sun began to set behind the altar. The glass windows magnified the deep orange hue as it reflected around the couple.On cue, Xavier spoke once more. “I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”Not hesitating, Jack rushed to Marian, lifted her by the waist, spun her around and kissed her. The happy couple continued t